why is all the rum gone?

It seems I'm lapsing once again
And filled with doubts that I led in
I'm dying in the memory
Of times before I was set free
And wondering, again, again,
I'm wondering if I'll lose a friend
A part of you I've put in bars
And hidden keys and closed behind doors
So now I start the same old trend
Of using this a hand to lend
And you might be so down and blue
But I repeat this to keep safe you
I'll sleep in my huddle on the floor
In that old sweater that you never wore
And wait until the world makes sense.